Seven Little Weeks

by | Jun 5, 2012 | Little Daughter, Little Lady, Little Weeks | 4 comments

Harlow 7 weeks 2

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Oh, my precious daughter.

So tiny and yet, she fills up what I now realise was the biggest hole within me. An empty space of quiet longing, echoing with the frightened question, What if it's not to be?

knew I wanted her but not until Harlow arrived did I understand just how much I needed her. 

Harlow&Mumma7wks

So now there is a quiet contentment within me. I look at my three little people and I feel….complete. Bren and I have put the cherry on top of the most perfect life sundae.

Yep, it's just that sweet.

Oh, but she grows. I wonder how much longer I can keep referring to her as 'newborn.' At what point must I give that up?

My sweet daughter grows and grows – stacking on weight on the strength of my milk alone and it is a privilege to hold her to my breast and know that, in this world, in this moment, I am all she needs. It is an extraordinary thing to be a woman and to give life and sustain it in this way. Even by the third child, this notion never grows old for me.

And I am tired. Oh, so tired. But I am so enamoured of my life, of the opportunities, the million things I want to do, that I lay my head to sleep far too late each evening. Somehow, it's enough.

I finally popped a birth announcement in the paper. I can't help but keep these outdated traditions alive. Next, I will send out thank you cards – almost two months after Harlow's arrival.

Things happen slowly around here – but I get to them eventually. Sometimes I need to hush my mind and realise that all these projects of which I am so passionate will happen but the moments spent soothing a crying baby are fleeting. 

The only really hard part of all of this? Dressing for breastfeeding! It's inordinately hard to find cute clothes that allow easy access to one's knockers. The stuff designed specifically for the nursing mother is either ugly or exxy or both. Annoying. 

But I am still babymooning. And watching Bren and the boys with their tiny girl is an exquisitely heart-squeezing joy. 

Lo & Zig

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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4 Comments

  1. traceyb65

    that’s one gorgeous gal! i was lucky enough to score ‘one of each’ … especially lucky coz i left it so late to have bubba 2, and she was such a non-sleeper, i NEVER would have had bubba 3.

    bf fashion-wise i just stuck to maternity tanks underneath layers … they were by far the easiest thing to manipulate with hungry bubba demanding attention. good luck, and enjoy every precious moment! xt

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  2. Rebecca Farr

    Beautiful Angie. That’s all I can say. You are beautiful, your daughter is beautiful, the photos are beautiful and your words are beautiful. It is such a privilege to read your blog and follow you in your journey of motherhood. xo

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  3. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Glad you got your pigeon pair, Tracey. Some people are so clever at babymaking… 😉

    Being my third breastfed child, I have lots of nursing tanks and yep, they do the job. I think winter breastfeeding is harder, all that fabric bunched up under my chin while I feed – I can’t bear it. And then I miss wearing clothes for fashion instead of function!

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  4. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Thank you, Rebecca! So lovely of you. I love sharing the journey and it’s so nice to hear from others that they’re coming along for the ride.

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